Al hadn't moved from the chair for days, constantly crying. He refused to do anything or move for the fact. Winry tried and tried to make him move, even dragged him out of the chair. All Al did was climb back on, curling in the same spot as always.
"Please Al" Winry begged softly after the fourth day of him sitting there. "You need to do something." Al looked at her for the first time in days, tears streaming in endless falls from his eyes. He sniffled and stood up, walking out the door without a word. Winry wanted to fallow him but realized she couldn't help him.
Al walked the gravel paths and ended up at his old house, just like he did four days ago. He cleared his face from the tears and walked around the rubble, searching for something, anything. He moved the rubble slowly as if looking for something he dropped. He walked the old platform and finally ended at a hole. The concrete stares still stood, along with the floor under it. He stepped down to see the basement completely fine like nothing had happened. the dried blood and faded circle still remained on the floor. Al just stared at it and found an old pack of matches. He lit the candles and stepped around the circle and blood to the old sink.
He turned the nob, and to his shock, clear water pored into the bucket. Al grabbed an old cloth and dipped it in the cool water, placing the bucket on the floor next to him. He bent down and washed the blood and faded chalk away from the circle. Al remembered the day like it happened yesterday. Ed reaching for him. The monster on the floor, the blood the Al carried him from after the transmutation. He scrubbed and scrubbed until the floor was clear. He sat back and let it dry, watching the floor for an hour and a half.
When it was finally dry, Al grabbed the chalk and paper Edward had signed. He placed it onto the floor and drew it. Exactly like the paper was, the circle sat finished in the center of the floor. Al tossed the chalk aside and started looking for ingredients.
"35 liters of water" He mumbled, poring it into a dish.
"25 kilograms of carbon" He said, grabbing it off a shelf.
"4 liters of ammonia" He mixed it into the batch.
"1.5 kilograms of lime,
"800 grams of phosphorous,
"250 grams of salt,
"100 grams of saltpeter,
"80 grams of sulfur,
"75 grams of fluorine,
"5 grams of iron,
"3 grams of silicon,
"and a bit of 15 other elements"
Al placed everything into the bowl and cut his finger. "Soul data." He whispered, backing away from the center. "This is stupid. I cant activate it now. I'm a stupid homunculus." He whispered, falling to his knees.
"Nothing but false hope" He says, placing his hands on the edge and smiling to himself. The circle does nothing. Al sighs and stands, walking to the corner. He fell into a chair and sat back, staring at the circle. "Im just stupid."
Otaku: The chapters for this book will always be short...
Ed:Im dead...
Al: I tried to bring you to life...
Otaku: I do not own fullmetal alchemist.